by Melody Anne
If he didn’t bring her into his life soon, then she’d never realize how much she meant to him or how much he wanted her. Yes, Roxie would be able to see Lily anytime she wanted—within reason—but Kian was well aware that wasn’t the same as waking up with the child every morning, or tucking her into bed at night, or having access to her company each afternoon. No, this was going to be very difficult for Roxie.
On the other hand, he reasoned, she seemed perfectly capable of walking away from those she said she loved. Maybe he just thought it was going to be hard on her, but maybe she was planning on the freedom this was going to afford her. Who was Kian to decide what was and wasn’t difficult for the woman he’d never stopped loving?
When Kian did have Lily with him, he was going to have to harden his heart more firmly against Roxie, if she decided to stick around. Their time had come and gone, and to think of them in a relationship again was impractical and just wasn’t going to happen, so he’d have to get used to seeing her, and he’d have to deal with it.
The out-of-sight, out-of-mind philosophy hadn’t worked out too well for him, anyway. He might have been able to push her from his thoughts when she’d been rude enough to enter them, but he’d been able to do nothing about his dreams of her—and she’d come to him often in that manner, causing him to wake up in a cold sweat with an incredibly hard body.
Kian in no way had time to dwell on those thoughts. Not if he didn’t want to be judged for the reaction that was sure to follow. There had never been another woman who affected him the way Roxie had. Sure, he could work up enough enthusiasm to scratch the itch, but with Roxie, it had been otherworldly. Kian shook his head as he turned away from the woman in question.
He was pissed at her, he reminded himself. He in no way wanted to have erotic fantasies about her. He also didn’t want to focus on the ways in which she’d pissed him off. Because he was either going to be turned on, or thinking of strangling her, and neither was an acceptable action at the moment.
The two of them had been given a lot of new information in the last month. Their initial meeting after four years hadn’t gone too well, until they’d ended up in the bedroom, but he couldn’t think about that. And just because they had a lot of baggage didn’t mean they couldn’t have a civil relationship for Lily’s sake.
They were adults, after all, and they could be civil to one another. Hell, he’d been civil to people he hated, so he knew it was possible. Because as much as he’d wanted to hate this woman over the past four years, he hadn’t been able to accomplish that.
He was glad he hadn’t. They were now bound to each other for the rest of their lives. Lily needed them both in some form or other. Lily’s shy smile flashed through his mind, and he felt his fear and anxiety begin to fade. They were bound together through this beautiful little girl. How could he be angry when he was thinking of Lily? He couldn’t. Kian would simply choose to think about his daughter now, not about the past couple of years he’d missed. He was going to look forward to what was to come.
Heck, there were a lot of firsts to come, he realized. He was going to teach his daughter how to ride a bike, a horse, and a sheep. He would take her to the swimming hole and teach her how to do a cannonball and how to dive. They’d have lazy afternoons of fishing, and exciting nights of rodeos. She could be anything she wanted to be—whether it was a ballerina or a NASCAR driver, or possibly she’d follow in her father’s footsteps and be a doctor. That filled him with unbelievable pride. The sky was the limit with his daughter, and he’d show her love and kindness and support for whatever it was she wanted to do in life.
So, he might not be happy he’d lost a couple of years, but when he realized how much more was in store for the two of them, he couldn’t help but feel optimistic. Kian looked at Roxie, who was gazing at him with a furrowed brow, worry clearly dominant in her expression.
His gains were her losses. He knew this, and it pained him, but he couldn’t think that way. He might have made a mistake in whom he’d shared a bed with, but he wouldn’t ever be able to think of Lily as a burden. She was his, and he was glad he had her. No one would keep them apart. He just wished Roxie didn’t have to be hurt for him to have what he wanted. He’d once loved her too much to cause her this type of suffering.
Kian knew he’d made many mistakes in his lifetime, but he’d been raised by incredible parents who had shown him love and support in all he’d done. He’d been scolded when he was wrong, but he’d been held as well. Kian knew he’d have a million questions for both his mom and dad, and he knew they’d answer him honestly. He’d been loved his entire life, and now he’d give that same love to his daughter.
And maybe someday . . . he didn’t even want to think the thought, but maybe Lily would have siblings. Kian’s face turned as he looked at Roxie again. But he forced his eyes away. That ship had come and gone. There was a time he’d wanted children with her, but she’d walked away from him—and Kian Forbes begged no one for a single thing.
All these thoughts passed through Kian’s mind in a matter of seconds. It might feel as if he were alone on an island, but he was still in the room with Roxie and Sal, and no one seemed to be saying anything. What could be said after the revelations that had been exposed today? Not a hell of a lot.
“We’re finished here,” Sal told them, and Kian was glad there weren’t any further revelations. He didn’t think his system could take anything else—at least not today.
“Good,” Kian said. He stepped forward and shook Sal’s hand. “I’ll have my attorney get ahold of you if he has any questions.”
“We can talk without another attorney,” Sal said, instantly scowling.
“I’m not jeopardizing anything when it comes to my daughter,” Kian said, his normal humor gone from his tone.
Sal stared at him a moment, but then relented, nodding. Kian then faced Roxie, who had lost all color in her cheeks. He couldn’t think about that right now. He was doing what had to be done.
“Why don’t we walk out together?” he said, holding out his arm in a sort of peace offering. She looked at the arm as if it were a snake about to strike. Then she shook her head and turned to Sal, skipping the handshake and giving him a hug.
“Thank you for this gift of my sister’s last words,” she said, her voice much more under control now. She’d pulled herself together and was maintaining her hold on her emotions. He wondered if she was having difficulty doing that, or if she was truly that calm. He wasn’t sure.
“I’m glad I could be here for you both,” Sal said.
Roxie nodded and then turned and walked from the room. Kian was right on her heels. He didn’t need her pulling another disappearing act. Not right now.
They reached the front entrance and found Lily playing on the floor with Eden, her giggles music to Kian’s ears. She looked up as they approached and gave Roxie a big smile as she climbed to her feet and ran over to her aunt, holding up her arms. Roxie pulled her up and gave her a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, making Lily giggle more.
“Thanks for watching her,” Roxie told Eden.
“It was my pleasure. You have a beautiful niece, and I hope to watch her again anytime you need,” Eden assured her. She climbed to her feet and came over and gave Roxie a half hug before she moved back. “See ya, Kian,” she added flippantly as she turned and walked back to her desk.
“See ya,” he replied with a big smile. He’d been dismissed, and he found it incredibly entertaining. He followed Roxie from the building and down the street to her car, which he glared at.
“That’s what you’re driving?” he said in disgust.
Roxie glared at him. “There’s nothing wrong with me driving this. It gets excellent gas mileage,” she pointed out.
“Were you on the freeway in that thing?” he gasped, remembering she’d driven from Portland.
“Of course I was,” she said, opening the back door and setting Lily in her car seat.
“Don’t take my daughter on the freewa
y in this,” he demanded. It was interesting, because he practically saw the hackles sprout on her back as she stiffened.
Somehow, she managed to keep it together long enough to buckle Lily into the seat before she handed his daughter some toys and calmly shut the door. Then she turned around and fire leaped to life in her eyes.
“I’ve been caring for Lily for a month now, since her time in the hospital, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Don’t you dare imply I would,” she hissed.
“She’s my daughter, Roxie, and it’s taking all I have not to snatch her from that seat in that pathetically small death trap of a car you’re driving and march her over to my giant-ass truck,” he said, getting equally worked up.
“It’s a newer Ford,” she snapped.
“It’s tiny and will be crushed faster than a can in a flattener,” he pointed out.
“I don’t plan on getting in a wreck,” she said, throwing her hands in the air.
“No one plans on a wreck, but if they happen, you should at least be in something you have a chance of surviving in,” he yelled.
Some people across the street turned and openly stared at them. It wasn’t often people got into yelling matches on the sidewalk in Edmonds. Kian tried to calm his voice as he spoke next.
“We’ll find another vehicle right away,” he said.
Roxie gaped at him. “Not everyone has the luxury of buying a new car just because they feel like it,” she thundered.
“I do, and I say we’re doing it.”
He knew the second her eyes narrowed he’d said the wrong thing. Shutters flew over her eyes, and she took a step closer to him and stabbed him in the chest with her surprisingly sharp finger.
“You might think you have all the power in the world right now, but you haven’t ever seen me truly angry, Kian Forbes. Right now, you’re getting a small taste. You aren’t my boyfriend, my lover, my anything. You don’t get to tell me what to do or how to live. I’m an excellent guardian to Lily and haven’t done anything to put her in danger. Don’t you dare try to imply I have simply because I can’t afford to go out and buy a damn Hummer. This Ford is perfectly equipped with all the latest safety features. Now, I’m tired and emotionally drained, so we will continue this conversation later,” she growled.
Then she stepped away, and it took him a second or two to realize she was planning on leaving just like that. Hell no, she wasn’t!
Kian grabbed her arm just before she managed to jump into her car and speed away. They glared at each other, and Kian didn’t even care at the moment if anyone was watching them. He had a daughter, and the world could know about it. Heck, he wanted to shout it out from the rooftops.
“I’m going to allow you to go home tonight and rest. But I want to know a time and place for tomorrow for us to finish this. Do you want it to be in private or public?” He was very pleased with how quiet he was able to keep his voice when he wanted to roar.
She glared at him. “Allow?” she challenged.
“Yeah, allow. Got a problem with that?” he asked.
Oh, she certainly had a problem with it, and he didn’t care.
“Fine,” she snapped, obviously figuring out she wasn’t leaving until she made plans with him. “Meet me at the café on Main tomorrow at two,” she said.
He nodded and then allowed her to leave. It took all that was in him not to follow them to her place, just to assure himself they’d arrived. It also took everything not to sit in front of her place to make sure she didn’t leave.
He had a daughter now, and he didn’t want to let her go for even a single night longer. He knew he wasn’t going to get much sleep that night. Not much at all.
But, soon his daughter would be sleeping in his house with him. He certainly had some shopping to do. He wished he could ask Roxie to help him, but he knew how that would go. And it wouldn’t be a happy conversation.
It was okay, though. It would all be okay. Why? Because he was a daddy.
Chapter Thirteen
Kian almost felt the need to duck and cover as he entered the high school his brother chose to work at. What was wrong with Arden that he’d put himself through all this torture? His brother was a wealthy man; hell, they all had more money than anyone could ever spend in ten lifetimes, but they still found a love for life and for their individual passions.
Arden just happened to think being a history teacher and football coach was about as great as it got. Kian normally didn’t seek his brother out at school, but he had to speak to him. Kian loved all his family members equally, but Arden might just edge out his other siblings as his favorite, even if he wouldn’t admit that anywhere but in his own head.
The office staff knew Kian and had smiled with glee when they told Kian his brother was in the school cafeteria. They knew Kian would rather poke himself in the eye than enter that place.
As Kian walked in, the noise level alone was enough to make his head spin. His muscles were taut as he fought his way through the crowded room to where he spotted his brother at a table with a bunch of nerdy-looking kids. Arden was laughing so loudly, the sound echoed off the walls. It actually made Kian smile. Arden did have an infectious laugh. Kian quickly made his way to his brother’s table.
“I see you’re making an entrance,” Arden said, laughter in his voice as Kian looked around at all the kids staring at him, the noise levels so high he was getting a headache.
“Can’t you get these kids under control?” Kian grumbled.
“You can sit here, Dr. Forbes,” one of the boys said as he tripped while getting up quickly to give up his seat.
“You don’t have to move for me, Matt,” Kian insisted, but the boy was grinning.
“It’s no problem at all,” he insisted as he held out his hand.
Kian wasn’t going to be rude, so he sat down across from his brother, who looked like he was enjoying Kian’s discomfort at being in the cafeteria.
“What brings you to the zoo?” Arden asked him.
“It’s hard as hell to see you these days,” Kian grumbled.
“I know. I’ve been busy with school and practice. But you know you can join us on the field anytime you want. The kids love having the star running back from Stanford at our practices,” Arden said.
“Yeah, come to practice,” Matt said.
Matt was a smaller boy and not the most coordinated, but he’d joined the football team the year before because all the kids loved Arden so damn much. Kian had to admit his brother had a gift for teaching these kids, and he’d done a hell of a job of breaking the typical stereotype of what an athlete should look like. Sure, Arden looked as if he could be a linebacker for the San Francisco 49ers, but that didn’t matter. He respected talent, but he respected drive more than anything else. If the kids were trying their hardest, he’d give them a place on the team.
“How’s your running time?” Kian asked.
Matt beamed. “I’m the fastest guy on the team,” he said. The boy barely stopped himself from pounding his chest.
“Way to go,” Kian said, holding up his fist so the kid could bump it.
“I gotta run. I have a science test today, and I have more studying to do. The coach is harsh on grades,” Matt said. He might have been complaining, but there was a proud light in his eyes that made Kian smile.
“Go kill it, kid,” he told him.
Matt took off. Kian looked at the tray of crap Arden was eating and felt his stomach turn just a bit.
“I don’t know how you survive on this food,” he said.
Arden laughed. “Hey, food is food, and you know I have to show the kids I’m not too good to follow the same routine as them.”
“Yeah, well, I think I’d have to put my foot down at what I was putting into my stomach,” Kian told him. He did reach over and snatch a carrot from Arden’s plate, though. He’d missed lunch, and he was hungry.
“I c-could g-go and g-get you a t-tray,” Jenny said. Her stutter was getting much better, but right now she was
nervous. She was so willing to please both Kian and Arden that Kian knew he couldn’t turn her down. It looked as if he was going to have to eat the crap they called food.
“That would be great, Jenny. I’m starving,” he said.
The girl bounced to her feet and ran off to the front to get him food.
“Good boy,” Arden said with a grin.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kian muttered.
Jenny was back far too quickly and set a tray down. Kian looked at the food, and since he couldn’t identify what was on his tray, he knew it was going to take some effort to force it down his throat. At least he’d be back at the hospital soon in case he had to have his stomach pumped.
“Thanks, Jenny,” he said.
The bell rang and the kids jumped up from the table. “See you in class, Mr. Forbes,” a couple of the kids said, and then the cafeteria quieted as kids rushed off to their next period.
“Do you have to run?” Kian asked. He was picking at the food on his tray. He took a bite and was surprised it wasn’t too bad.
“No. This is my free period,” Arden said. “What’s brought you down here?”
Kian was quiet for a minute. He wanted desperately to share what was happening in his life, but he wasn’t sure what he should or shouldn’t say. He squirmed in his seat as he tried to hash it all out in his mind.
“Come on and spit it out. I don’t have that much time,” Arden insisted. His brother finished off his food, then snatched Kian’s tray and began to eat his food. Kian reached for the banana and peeled it as he tried to get as comfortable as he could on the hard bench.
“I’m having a hell of a time with my daughter not living with me, and I’m alternating between wanting to get in a knockout yelling match with Roxie and wanting to pull her into my arms and kiss her into submission,” he spat out.
